Paint the ocean black and the sky red, imagination is what you lack as you lie in your bed, the colours of your life floating around in your head, the wise spread love instead, of putting down the other, after all, dont love and hate have the same colour, dont jesus and lucifer have the same mother, its all the same with a different name, if you create with your mind and think with your hands, walk around blind toes in the sand, youll be free as you can, but i sense its not freedom your after, just a fat paycheck and some comfort and some laughter, yes what you seek is not divine, its not even pure, what you seek is what they all seek, a way to be sure, so suit yourself, forget all you felt and chase the wealth thatll solve all your problems, but itll never resolve them, in this ever changing cycle, to repeat is to be stiffled, or else to perfect, but the extremes have met and they dont coexist, you can plead the fifth, but the trial goes on, your mind has to shift, and your soul must be pawned, for a measly dime, but whats the crime, if not the waste of your own time, till you die amongst the ruins of the legacy of humans, check your resolutions, theres a sacred union, between man and beast, we are one at the feast, of emperors and minions, at the fall of the dominion, of the kingdom of angels, the table is yours to share with a stranger, to penetrate the beauty that lies at your doorstep, with words and ideas that havent been formed yet, retaken as a token of your undying loyalty by the one whom you worship and look to as royalty, the father of all who so deeply inspires the hearts of the weak, the minds of the cheats, the souls of the restless and then he retires, in his chariot of fire, to the sound of the choir, the glory desired, your soul empowered, within us divinity, the utmost sublimity, genius not required, be one with your insanity, let it rage on the to the perpetual dawn, that lies at your feet, with every step further from defeat, dont succumb to the heat of the stars, they are yours, you know who you are, and through the doors, a bottle of jack, monkey on your back, the warmth of the pack, of lions and wolves, they moves as one, the leader he pulls, at the sound of the drum, the rhythm of the wild, to feed the mouth of every last child, and whos to say, the soul of the prey, is worthy of slaughter, shelter your daughters, the innocence of the world lies in their womb, they too one day will occupy a tomb, till then they mother the seed of life as we know it, if youve got the passion then why dont you show it, with every atom of your being, its my heart that your seeing, layed out on the floor, with trust in my eyes, i dont want anymore then to prevent the cries, of the weeping widows, the estranged orphans, staring through the window of their minds endorphins, they know not the makeup of their souls, they walk the earth and do what their told, and along the way develop desires, theyre minds inspired, by the magic surrounding us, with every breath, till we turn to dust, return to whence we came, the soul of the universe is one and the same, the pride of the lion resides in his mane, to tame the beast, you must go against nature, to plague the streets, at the hand of the painter, to suck on the teat of divine inspiration, to let it flow through your veins, and rearrange the core of your composition, downplayed religion, the machines incision is routed so deeply, the mechanism of society, has rewired your children, to buy what their sold, to close your eyes and get old, to die amongst the dead, chose a life worth living instead, of walking to your graves, you will never be saved, the minds of the depraved, have grown more than the rich, who chose to enslave, and destroy what they do not understand, the power is strong in your hands, to battle the wrath of the gods, your soul will live on, against all odds.
Posted on: Sat, 24 May 2014 21:01:16 +0000
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